Running Still
Let the purified water fill my soul with his truthful ways,
And the cravings of starvation show me the way to my truth.
That the very breath I take could be my last,
So let me not devour it but to cherish the life I hold in my hands.
In him I find my peace and the will learn to make gone of my miserable anger.
My wrongness in the world will be changed to the knowledge I hold dear.
Knowing I am never alone in the darkest of the deadest hour,
Nor in the pits of the hottest sands where there is no water but empty dryness to
be found.
For when we walk as the blind ones do and as we talk such as those who have
no tongue,
Let us not walk in the evil paths and let us not bower of speeches we do not
believe in.
For when we are stabbed with such a blade of hate do not wound it up and hide it,
But to let the blood flow out and heal if it has no regrets to shed upon.
Have our passion on friendships be passed to our corrupted enemies
For we may see the night of Judgment will be lost and forgotten and all will hate
no more.
Fight not toward the flesh of your own bones
nor the beating of our bleeding pains.
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